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Last night I sat down in the street And played a game of chess With a homeless man I chanced to meet Near my old Cambridge address, And thoughts of victory or defeat Mattered little (perhaps less). The only thing I cared to gain Was this mans company, And I found it quite hard to contain That it meant the world to me. (Was it silly of me to refrain, Since it filled my heart with glee?) I won the game and thanked the man, But as I walked away I knew I didn't have a plan, And felt the urge to stay, But the next game had just began- "Hello sir! Want to play?" I wandered aimless through the night Not feeling quite the same. I cried, as though I thought it might Help wash away the shame, Untill a voice helped ease my plight; "Would you like another game?" A gallant knight he seemed that night; A castle until dawn. Whilst bishops hold religion tight To tell us right from wrong, And kings and queens provoke the fight The pawn protects the pawn.
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
It's Just A Game
Last night I sat down in the street And played a game of chess With a homeless man I chanced to meet Near my old Cambridge address, And thoughts of victory or defeat Mattered little (perhaps less). The only thing I cared to gain Was this mans company, And I found it quite hard to contain That it meant the world to me. (Was it silly of me to refrain, Since it filled my heart with glee?) I won the game and thanked the man, But as I walked away I knew I didn't have a plan, And felt the urge to stay, But the next game had just began- "Hello sir! Want to play?" I wandered aimless through the night Not feeling quite the same. I cried, as though I thought it might Help wash away the shame, Untill a voice helped ease my plight; "Would you like another game?" A gallant knight he seemed that night; A castle until dawn. Whilst bishops hold religion tight To tell us right from wrong, And kings and queens provoke the fight The pawn protects the pawn.
Based on a real experience, which is far too long to give the appropiate reverence to in note form.
nigel-finn
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
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